(A/n: I love Gin and Tonic, don't you? This Fan Fiction is different than
my normal stuff, I hope you like it!)
DISCLAMER: I own nothing, except for the plot.
She Owns Me: Tom Riddle POV
It seems like such a short time ago she was a trembling little first year. She wanted to be accepted and loved by the famous Harry Potter. She wanted friends and popularity. She was just a scared little girl who poured all of those little secrets into my diary and me. This was back when I owned her. Back when I had her tightly in my grasp. She loved me, and she would have done anything for me. She gave her life so that I could exit the pages of my diary.
When my diary was 'destroyed' by Harry Potter, I was destroyed too. She got better physically. For the longest time emotionally she was destroyed. She needed me like I had needed her. Years later she gave me life again. She was in her sixth year. One day it got bright and writing appeared. It wasn't just anyone's writing, it was hers.
She had changed a lot. She wasn't a scared little girl anymore. She was a mature, happy, extroverted spirit of woman. Her words flowed with such grace. It entranced me. One day I began to feel stronger. She was trying to bring me back. When she wrote to me she didn't seem to be getting weaker, though. I knew the game had changed. I needed different tactics, because she wasn't the impressionable young girl I was dealing with, only a few years before.
I took every bit of strength I could from her. I built up my power slowly, but once I did, I was out of my diary and into her world. She was the first thing I saw when I came into 'present time'. Sixteen-year-old Ginny Weasely dressed in her (as always) undersized Hogwarts uniform. The top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned. She had grown up considerably since the last time I saw her. She had filled out in all the right places.
"Hello Tom. Did you miss me?" she asked. She giggled after she noticed how I reacted to her appearance. "I'll just take that as a yes." She was making fun of me, the to be Dark Lord. Not that I minded at that particular moment. She continued: "I missed you. Tom." She began to slowly walk towards me. "What's the matter? Aren't you going to talk to me?" She was trying to seduce me. She had that tone in her voice.
Quite honestly I was petrified; glued to the very spot I was standing. I can't remember a time a girl was talking to me like that. I seemed to have lost my vocal chords. I really did want to day something, but no sound would pass through my lips.
"What's wrong? You must have a million things on your mind." At that moment I only had one thought on my mind as she pressed her body on mine and looked deeply into my eyes with her hazel eyes. "I've been waiting for this day, Tom." She walked her finger along my jaw then ran her fingers through my hair, "This is the day you stop controlling me. Today, I control you." Then she kissed me. It wasn't soft or warm; it was hard and cold. It was filled with love and hate, and it tasted of vanilla and revenge.
She backed away and picked up my diary. She tore a two pages out of my diary and I disappeared back into my world. She had figured out how it worked.
She stopped entries for a week. Then, she started again. She told me stupid stuff about her day until I had the strength to come out again. When I did she teased me, again. Then when she was done messing with my mind we ended up talking. Whenever she got bored of me she tore a few more pages out and I was back in my diary, frustrated. This cycle went on and on for six months.
One day came when I had enough of her games. I was sick of having her sweet taste of vanilla on my tounge snatched away. I wanted it all. On that day, when I was transported to her room, I preformed a spell that rendered her unconscious. She was unconscious just long enough for me to bind her and put a silencing charm on the room. I remember the look on her face when she finally came to. Fear, pure fear.
At that moment it hit me; I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't bring myself to steal what was hers to give. I couldn't hurt hr like that. She had gotten her revenge. She had managed to break me down. She had made me love her. I was no longer destined to be the lord of hate. I had the emotion called love flowing inside of me like a great river. It couldn't be dammed or blocked.
I sit here, inside my journal forever now. Damned back to this place. She seldom writes, knowing she has succeeded. I sit here and think back of the torture I put her through as a child and I understand. I know now what dying feels like, because I know she will never forgive me. That fact kills me slowly everyday; draining me of every bit of strength I have, until I have nothing left.
(A/n: yeah, I know its weird, but I had to do it, just once. Mm, the bitter taste of Gin and Tonic.)
DISCLAMER: I own nothing, except for the plot.
She Owns Me: Tom Riddle POV
It seems like such a short time ago she was a trembling little first year. She wanted to be accepted and loved by the famous Harry Potter. She wanted friends and popularity. She was just a scared little girl who poured all of those little secrets into my diary and me. This was back when I owned her. Back when I had her tightly in my grasp. She loved me, and she would have done anything for me. She gave her life so that I could exit the pages of my diary.
When my diary was 'destroyed' by Harry Potter, I was destroyed too. She got better physically. For the longest time emotionally she was destroyed. She needed me like I had needed her. Years later she gave me life again. She was in her sixth year. One day it got bright and writing appeared. It wasn't just anyone's writing, it was hers.
She had changed a lot. She wasn't a scared little girl anymore. She was a mature, happy, extroverted spirit of woman. Her words flowed with such grace. It entranced me. One day I began to feel stronger. She was trying to bring me back. When she wrote to me she didn't seem to be getting weaker, though. I knew the game had changed. I needed different tactics, because she wasn't the impressionable young girl I was dealing with, only a few years before.
I took every bit of strength I could from her. I built up my power slowly, but once I did, I was out of my diary and into her world. She was the first thing I saw when I came into 'present time'. Sixteen-year-old Ginny Weasely dressed in her (as always) undersized Hogwarts uniform. The top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned. She had grown up considerably since the last time I saw her. She had filled out in all the right places.
"Hello Tom. Did you miss me?" she asked. She giggled after she noticed how I reacted to her appearance. "I'll just take that as a yes." She was making fun of me, the to be Dark Lord. Not that I minded at that particular moment. She continued: "I missed you. Tom." She began to slowly walk towards me. "What's the matter? Aren't you going to talk to me?" She was trying to seduce me. She had that tone in her voice.
Quite honestly I was petrified; glued to the very spot I was standing. I can't remember a time a girl was talking to me like that. I seemed to have lost my vocal chords. I really did want to day something, but no sound would pass through my lips.
"What's wrong? You must have a million things on your mind." At that moment I only had one thought on my mind as she pressed her body on mine and looked deeply into my eyes with her hazel eyes. "I've been waiting for this day, Tom." She walked her finger along my jaw then ran her fingers through my hair, "This is the day you stop controlling me. Today, I control you." Then she kissed me. It wasn't soft or warm; it was hard and cold. It was filled with love and hate, and it tasted of vanilla and revenge.
She backed away and picked up my diary. She tore a two pages out of my diary and I disappeared back into my world. She had figured out how it worked.
She stopped entries for a week. Then, she started again. She told me stupid stuff about her day until I had the strength to come out again. When I did she teased me, again. Then when she was done messing with my mind we ended up talking. Whenever she got bored of me she tore a few more pages out and I was back in my diary, frustrated. This cycle went on and on for six months.
One day came when I had enough of her games. I was sick of having her sweet taste of vanilla on my tounge snatched away. I wanted it all. On that day, when I was transported to her room, I preformed a spell that rendered her unconscious. She was unconscious just long enough for me to bind her and put a silencing charm on the room. I remember the look on her face when she finally came to. Fear, pure fear.
At that moment it hit me; I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't bring myself to steal what was hers to give. I couldn't hurt hr like that. She had gotten her revenge. She had managed to break me down. She had made me love her. I was no longer destined to be the lord of hate. I had the emotion called love flowing inside of me like a great river. It couldn't be dammed or blocked.
I sit here, inside my journal forever now. Damned back to this place. She seldom writes, knowing she has succeeded. I sit here and think back of the torture I put her through as a child and I understand. I know now what dying feels like, because I know she will never forgive me. That fact kills me slowly everyday; draining me of every bit of strength I have, until I have nothing left.
(A/n: yeah, I know its weird, but I had to do it, just once. Mm, the bitter taste of Gin and Tonic.)